2.9.10

Some snob passes you in the street and gives you a stare to melt a million egosYou stare back with a counterattack only to find that they’ve already gone thoughHe’s whisked himself off somewhere full of flawless fashionable fashionistasWith mountains high of perfect hair and teeth and blazers fitting perfect everywhereSo slim so skinnyGorgeous cheekbones designer stubble never fumble awkwardlyNot like youDisorderlyAnd so thin!It’s no wonder that you don’t fit in

You’re not America’s next top modelYou’re never even been there!But you still twist through the magazines with hands so fretful and so veinyDesperately straining something more trendy and some extra special glossy product (Tressume!) for your hairIt’s not about individualityYou just want to win!You want to be like them and saunter back and forth across the fields so thick with famous titles, fashion bibles, celebrities, big birthday bachelors, and photo captured fake frivolity

You want to be like them but you know that it’s all crapA facelift can’t make you happy, it didn’t work for Donatella VersaceAnd Joan Rivers is looking pretty nastyBut it’s not about that!You know that it’s all appearance, there’s nothing else set way to claim,It’s all about the look, you know, it’s all about the way you walk down Oxford Street or NYC or in your track pants, sunglasses plastered on your face harassed by paparazzi on a planeIn post lipo puckered painBut YOU’VE GOT SWAGGERYou’re looking fiercer than the Chanel love baby of Tyra Banks and a young Mick JaggerIt’s all about achieving that one memorable effectA kind of facebook fame that no body can ever forgetYou don’t want to be bereft, bundled up and left behind‘Cos the image keeps on movingCome on! Transform! You’re so uncool. You’ve got no trendy time!

So dance the dance and take that chance that’s really nothing newObsess about the comments, that bad angle, strangled point of viewUntangle somewhere down the line, or catwalk of your own designIt’s not all about the image, yeah?When that guy stares you out and pulls you down in townDon’t listen to himHe can’t fix you up like a mirror with a mocking frownYou’re not himIt’s not about those collagen clad smiles spitting out at you in sickly stubborn stares that bare no real relation unless we’re really splitting split-ended hairsIt’s cheesy, and you’ve heard it all before, you’ve triedBut, seriously,The only way to really WOWIs to dress the little you inside

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